St. Thomas College of Arts and Science
Late Morning | Freshers' Day Chaos
"Will I do?" a voice boomed with a fiery edge. And there he was—our story's villain, Aaron.
Aaron was the epitome of a stylish bad boy. Dressed in a sleek black shirt and jeans, he rocked dark sunglasses and twirled a motorcycle key around his finger like a true rogue. The girls' eyes darted toward him instantly, their whispers buzzing through the crowd. Clara, stuck at the back of the queue, stretched up on her toes, trying to catch a glimpse of both the elusive Matt Grayson and this new arrival, Aaron. No luck—she couldn't see either of them through the sea of heads.
"Hey, Aaron, what's up, man?" Lucas called out, his tone casual but laced with a hint of unease. All he wanted was to shoo Aaron off before things got messy.
"Ragging's off-limits," Aaron said coolly, his voice cutting through the chatter.
"What?" Adrian snapped, stepping forward, clearly not vibing with Aaron's vibe.
"You heard me. No ragging in my college," Aaron shot back, folding his arms with a smirk.
Matt, who'd been quietly stewing through the whole exchange, wasn't having it. Without a word, he stood up and stormed off, his frustration practically radiating off him.
Seeing Matt bolt, Lucas turned to the girls. "Alright, you're free—go on, scatter!" Then he bolted after Matt, leaving Adrian behind to square off with Aaron, their argument heating up by the second.
"Yo, Matt, where you headed? Back to the room?" Lucas shouted, jogging to catch up. Matt's face was a storm cloud of anger. He shoved Lucas aside. "Don't follow me. Mind your own damn business," he growled, then charged up the stairs without looking back.
With the ragging fiasco fizzling out, Clara finally tracked down her economics class and slipped inside.
A poster hung proudly at the front: "Welcome, Freshers! Life's First Lessons Start Here!" Clara paused, reading it with a smirk before stepping in. Inside, it was pure chaos—laughter, chatter, and a vibe so lively you'd never guess this was a freshman batch. Dodging the commotion, Clara scanned for a seat. The only spot left? First bench, with one other person already there. She shuffled over, dropped her bag, and glanced at the girl next to her—decked out in trendy gear, totally modern.
The girl caught Clara staring and flashed a grin. "Hey! I'm Dana."
Clara smiled back. "Hi! I'm Clara." And just like that, they clicked—same energy, same vibe. They dove into chatter, laughing like old friends, until the professor finally strolled in.
The room snapped to attention. Everyone jumped up, belting out a loud, "Good morning!"
The professor—tall, wiry, with a mischievous glint in his eye—burst out laughing. "Whoa, whoa, hold up! This ain't kindergarten, kids! No need to pop up like little jack-in-the-boxes with your 'good mornings.' You're in college now—act like it!" He waved them down, grinning like a kid who'd just pulled a prank. The class erupted in laughter, instantly at ease.
Still chuckling, he grabbed a piece of chalk and scribbled "Martin Luther" across the board in big, messy letters. Spinning around, he clapped his hands together like a game show host. "Alright, geniuses, what do you know about Martin Luther? Hit me!"
The room buzzed as everyone shouted random answers. In the middle of it, Clara piped up, "Martin Luther king is king!"
The professor's head whipped toward her. "What's that? What'd the front-row champ just say?" He pointed at Clara, eyes wide with mock shock.
Clara, caught off guard, stammered, "Uh…"
"Come on, spit it out! You mumbled something brilliant—let's hear it loud and proud! It's day one, folks—no judgment here. I heard it, and I'm dying for the encore. Out with it!" he urged, bouncing on his toes like a hype man.
"Martin Luther king is a king!" Clara blurted, going for it.
The class exploded into laughter—full-on cackling. The professor clutched his chest, pretending to stagger back. "Stop, stop! I was *this close* to a grand entrance, ready to dazzle you all with my cool prof vibes, and she swoops in with a zinger like that? Knocked it outta the park!" He wiped an imaginary tear, still grinning. "Alright, crew, here's the big reveal: I'm Martin Luther—Professor Martin Luther, at your service!"
The room roared again, and Clara couldn't help but laugh along, already loving the wild ride of college life.
To be continued…